Zhang Xiaodao was not brave enough to cover it, so he climbed into the car directly.

The Japanese behind the light machine gun on the roof of the car was a veteran. He sniffed his nose and smelled the sweat on Zhang Xiaodao's body, and sang loudly: "Who are you?"

Zhang Xiaodao naturally couldn't understand, but he could see the machine gunner's expression clearly. He slapped him in the face and shouted: "Baga..."

Zhang Xiaodao is not stupid. The Japanese troops are of strict rank. The Japanese who are officials generally do not wear steel helmets. It is said that the Bushido who is officials has to circle around him when he practices to a certain level of bullets...

Therefore, as long as the Japanese who wear steel helmets are in trouble, it will be unlucky.

It is absolutely right that Liu Yuanqing said that slapping the Japanese when he saw them.

However, it is not easy to impersonate Japanese devils...

First of all, language is a big problem. Even if Zhang Xiaodao said the word "Eighth Wa" doesn't look like that.

Just like the Westerners who learn to scold Yue Tamu, they are completely sarcastic and out of control.

The Japanese machine gunner who was knocked out was still feeling cold before he was stunned. This person must have secretly practiced Tianjin Kung Fu Iron Sand Palm with the Chinese!

The second lieutenant who looked at the deputy archer next to him slapped the veteran unconscious. Hearing that the scolding of Baga must be unprofessional, he immediately understood that this was a fake!

While still stunned, a half-foot-long flying knife was inserted into his throat accurately.

Then, Zhang Xiaodao inserted another flying knife into the neck of the confused machine gunner, and then carried the secondary shooter on the railing on the top of the cab of the cargo compartment.

He had pulled the crooked machine gun, but he had seen this machine gun, but it happened in the past two days.

I carefully recalled how the Ninth Battalion machine gunner pulled the bolt, and then I found that the location of the car he was in was not very good.

I was afraid that the Japanese under the car would find out, so I chose a supply truck with pots, bowls, spoons and basins.

The machine gun shooting world was blocked by the cars ahead. Even if the machine was picking the board, it would not be able to attack the Japanese artillery in the distance.

I immediately felt a little cold. I spent so much time, so much energy, and so much risk, but in the end I still had no choice but to use the Japanese artillery.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaodao deeply felt the helplessness of being alone.

No matter how capable a person is, he will be helpless to deal with so many Japanese devils.

The idea of ​​relying on his whole body of kung fu to kill the Japanese artillery soldiers was shattered.

The sound of shooting at the Japanese artillery positions was paused, and the car convoy was even quieter.

After all, no one noticed the car pulling the marching pot.

The Japanese medical soldiers were the busiest, shouting everywhere at the top of their throats.

He hurriedly bandaged or had a minor operation to get a warhead, and rudely picked out two shrapnel from the Japanese body, causing the Japanese soldiers to scream and drifted on the road.

...

Xiao Hongying pulled the bag behind Luo Fugui and ran back and forth in the green gauze tent.

Luo Fugui, who was sweating all over his body, made Xiao Hongying vomit quickly: "Can you throw your bag down?"

"Don't you? You'll drink the northwest wind in the future?" Luo Fugui's huge body kept pushing away the sorghum and breaking.

The Japanese observers did not cover it, and soon discovered the movement in the green gauze tent.

Direct the attack immediately.

The continuous and regular machine gun shooting began to whistle towards Luo Fugui's location.

The group of four quickly lay down to avoid the ballistic strafing of the Japanese machine gun.

Bullets whistled overhead.

Luo Fugui looked a little panicked: "Don't stay here, the Japanese grenade launcher will come with grenades..."

Zhang Xiaodao knew that the battle on the east side of the road was a mule leader who was fighting with people.

Listening to the intensity of the gunshots of the Japanese, it can be seen that the Japanese were already full of anger.

Unfortunately, he was in the middle of the Japanese on the road. At this time, the gun was fired, and the Japanese on the front and back were looking south, and there was no way to pitch a grenade.

The Japanese shot the target as the back, and he was not helping in the middle.

I can't kill the Japanese artillery, nor can I kill the machine guns on the Japanese car. I open my eyes and watch the Japanese adjust the grenade tube on the side of the car.

Zhang Xiaodao didn't expect that he had just been promoted to a sniper by Instructor Liu, but he couldn't help with anything.

I used to run around in the green gauze tent and didn't think there was anything scary about death. At this time, I was in the middle of the Japanese, but I had no confidence.

I felt so nervous that I kept sweating on my forehead.

Unintentionally...

I found the Japanese machine gunner in the car in front of me holding the machine gun on the top of the cab, and was mounted on the tarp railing of the carriage. It seemed that I was about to shoot in the green gauze tent to the east.

Zhang Xiaodao hesitated for a moment, then picked up the machine gun and turned around, and pulled the dead Japanese deputy archer's body into the cargo compartment.

Then, put the crooked light machine gun on the rear of the car.

The Japanese driver sitting in the cab of the car behind hasn't come to his senses yet.

A string of bullets roared and smashed the fire-proof glass into pieces.

The bullet penetrated the iron plate at the rear of the cab, overturning the Japanese machine gunner who was shooting in the green gauze tent to the east.

...

Yang Crazy Man and Big Dog walked through the green veil quickly.

Li Laosan suddenly found that there was no sign of Xiao Hongying, and immediately became anxious: "Hey, where is the girl?"

Yang Crazyman shook his head: "Don't worry..."

"My surname is Yang, if my girl loses a single hair, I will stab you to death with one knife!"

"Life and death are alive on the battlefield. What a fucking little girl who followed the fearful devil Luo Fugui behind us. We are all fine, and they must be fine, maybe they will slip back long ago."

Li Laosan was furious: "How can you two reactionaries be so unethical? Now, I ordered you to go back immediately!"

Stop, if anyone dares to take another step forward, don’t blame me for not recognizing others!

What awesome thing you are playing here? If you have the will, you can find the Japanese to yourself...

Yang Crazy Man stopped and said nothing: "Go back!"

After feeling it, he was pressed against the gun, and the big dog was covered with a black line. This guy named Yang changed his face so quickly.

Turning against each other is like flipping a book, faster than a little girl.

"How about on the battlefield, if someone pointed a gun at me in the back..." The big dog turned around and looked at Li Laosan: "What are you doing? How can you be a cheater?"

Li Laosan didn't hold the gun at all, and poked the big dog's back with a sorghum pole in his hand.

If you want to do well in the Ninth Camp, no one can avoid the little girl.

Crazy Yang didn't really want to leave the little girl behind, but mainly because he suddenly heard the sound of a Czech light machine gun suddenly appearing behind the Japanese with a trigger slashing a box of bullets.

Except for Luo Fugui, basically no one can do such a thing, and the mule company commander is really not very reliable.

The bullets that followed the Japanese counterattacked and hit the gauze tent as rained.

Moreover, the Japanese even started to use the grenade launcher.

Obviously, Luo Fugui and the girl did not retreat westward as planned.

Three scathing eyes, we ran eastward in the green gauze tent.

Yang Fengzi, who was walking in front, suddenly whispered: "There is something..."

The three of them immediately hid on both sides of the path that had just passed through the green gauze tent.

Turning around, he looked east: "Oh, it's not right, why are our people?"

"It's the Japanese!" Yang Crazy looked serious, then raised his gun and hugged the fire, pulled out a grenade, adjusted the insurance pin, and smashed the cover cap.

If you look down from the sky at this time, a Japanese man and two Japanese men were caught up in the green gauze tent by a long eighth party leader.

But the Japanese even threw out the grenade first.

The Japanese vanguard who was leading behind saw the imperial army throwing grenades at him, subconsciously cried: "Our people..."

Boom... The grenade exploded in the green gauze tent.

The destructive power of Forty-Eight Baner is higher than the previous eighth route.

The Japanese who disguised as the Eighth Route Army were bombed by grenades and then grenades.

But I can't fight back...

The three of them ran south horizontally in the green veil.

The big dog following Yang Crazy Man grinned and muttered: "Yang Crazy Man, what did he yell at?"
Chapter completed!